Ah, dreamy world and liquid-sounding leaves, Ah, skies that on your bosom bear the dawn And evening, and recurrent, trembling stars, Why are we strangers to your certain calm, Your joy, perennial and effortless? We strive to understand; our desperate faith Leans listening against the universe To catch some meaning, some deep harmony To still the throbbing silence that we hear. In vain, in vain! There is an inner music, But 'tis no serenade to please our ears. When the last human heart is underground, Great sunsets still will aureole the west, No whit less gorgeous for that they're unseen. And this divine frail moon will not delay Because her lovers' lips are yet more pale Than when her yearning parted them. Ah, no -- Not listeners we, but part, ourselves, of some Mysterious harmony, perhaps heard elsewhere. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON STRANGE MEETING by WILFRED OWEN ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 109 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE LAST REMONSTRANCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |